Always Awaiting You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bodies really tumble, Tumble,
Alma:
When they feel strong enough, they get up and dance next to
The fading eclipse of all of the seas,
And it doesn’t matter if I have enough quarters to share my time
Equally with my car and with my sea:
Alma,
Alma, I have lost my dogs, Alma, and now won’t you look at me:
Alma, I will never know what your kids mean to you,
But I may one day know what they mean to me: but, Alma,
Alma, my only wish is that I was more beautiful
For you,
My Alma, Alma,
And that I hadn’t been away to school for so long so that I might
Have wooed you sooner, and had a sooner chance at wooing you:
My Alma, Alma:
And the night dances, and the ships ship,
And I think of you,
Alma, Alma:
And I pray to you Alma, Alma,
While the sea casts away again, rolling its dice, trying to make its
Body into your favorite
Color,
Alma, Alma; it is all we are ever trying to do:
While the rabbits wait at home for you, Alma, Alma;
Under the green sun and the green moon:
Alma, Alma.
They are always awaiting you….